03.07.05 :: 9:30 am
I packed a weekend bag and schlepped myself, the dog, and some snacks over to Ryan's place where we watched movies on the pull-out couch and drank wine and generally lolled about like unforgivable sloths. It was fantastic. And then the best thing about Ryan. I don�t want to gush too much because I�m still a little scared I�ll jinx the whole dang thing, but he asked if it was okay that he didn�t feel up to going out that night and I said of course, that�s cool, but I think I�m gonna head into the city and drink my face off with Ruby & Friends and he goes �Great! Have fun. I�ll walk the dog and then give you my keys.� And then he said, �I like feeling that you live here.� And so I went out with Ruby, and we drank like a million zillion gallons of booze and I got in a cab around two in the morning and let myself into Ryan�s apartment and he was already asleep, curled around Stooshdog under the covers. And I got into bed with my family and passed out in bliss. OF COURSE I woke up with a shrieking, unforgiving hangover. That is a given. But it was okay. Because I have a boyfriend who never makes a federal case out of me hanging out without him on a Saturday night. And the SPanish Inquisition never occurs on a Sunday. And because he�s the type of guy to get up at six to make a pot of coffee for my angry headache. And because my dog gets sad when he leaves the room. On Sunday, I went to the supermarket for chicken noodle soup and waffle fries (the only cure for a cold, I swear) and there was more lazing about in front of the tv (why is In Demand so goddamned good?) and making out and being absolutely RIDICULOUS while watching �50 First Dates� by getting verklempt by the sap-fest and then we watched �Deadwood� which is so good, I hope the show lasts my whole damned lifespan and then this morning Ryan said to me And I did. I like this. I like it all. I like my life with this amazing man who�s funny and kind and generous. And I like my life with all these fantastic friends, like Ruby said, all these really fun, fabulous people: �It was in a cab like this where you coined the term �debutard.�� �I�m trying to get this phrase into the national lexicon: �Well. This is awkward.�
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